Daniel told me later that Evelyn arrived wearing black sunglasses indoors, as if she were the grieving widow in a movie. Grant Pierce sat beside her, already looking tired. Mr.
Howard placed Robert’s signed will, the trust documents, and the letter on the table.
Grant began politely. “Mrs. Mitchell is concerned there may have been confusion about Robert’s wishes.”
Daniel said, “There was no confusion until she created it.”
Evelyn snapped, “I was protecting this family.”
“From an eight-year-old?” Daniel asked.
She looked away.
Mr.
Howard read a section of Robert’s letter aloud. Robert had written, “Lily has brought more tenderness into this family than many adults who share my last name. She is my granddaughter in every way that matters.”